Lap Dance For Tupperware
Apparently a Tupperware party means something else up here in Alaska. This weekend I went to the final day of the Downtown Farmer’s Market. I knew there was a Tupperware booth and they had a salad spinner I wanted. I went into the woman’s Tupperware Party booth and said I wanted to purchase the salad spinner and gave her my credit card. She processed the transaction and told me that the charged amount would appear on my credit card statement as ___ Club (unfortunately I can’t give you the name of the club since people carry concealed weapons up here). I asked here if this was a bar and she nodded. So I asked her if she was running her Tupperware business through a bar and she nodded. I left the marketplace and on my way home had to drove past the “club” to see what it was. Sho’nuff, just as I sooooooospected – titty bar. And now you understand why I think a Tupperware party means something else up here in Alaska.